Recently I have been told I am smart, on multiple occasion recently. I am never sure if things like that are said in an sarcastic, demeaning way. You know the kind that say, “Shut up already, we know you know and we don’t give a rip!” However, I am fairly sure these were actual compliments. (Compliments, another topic for another time; how I do not do well with them and never know how to respond.)
I have never seen myself as smart. I mean I did well in high school and community college, had a decent work ethic, but I never saw myself as an academic stand out. I does not help that I have a twin sister that pushed herself hard academically through out high school with honors and AP classes and a younger brother who did the same. Both when to universities straight out of high school while I attended my local JC and got a job, the I put my education on hold and now three years later, find myself in my second internship. (Was I smart to leave school for an internship? I like to think that time will tell, but conventional knowledge would say “NO.” But right now, I can say I would not trade it for anything.)
I am not an academic, this true, but I immensely enjoy reading and researching random topics
When I find a topic that fascinates me- begin learning all I can about that said topic.
Because of this random infatuation, I have a wide breadth of random knowledge. When I find a new thing that interest me, I study the heck out of it. (Thank goodness for the internet, it allows me to do research that would have taken weeks to be done in 2 or three days.) I have studied guitars, firearms, brewing, flight, audio engineering, bodybuilding, I could go on. Granted to say I retain a decent part of what I read and research.
I was a late bloomer to reading- it was said that I was not expected to read past the 6th grade level. (When I was in 6th grade, I was reading college age text for the fun of it, I showed them!) In the 4th grade I checked out a book from my school library about mysterious disappearances of aircraft. I read this 100+ page book in an evening. I was quite proud of myself and told my parents. My father did not believe I could read a book that fast and actual understand and retain its information. He took the book and started to ask me about the different cases from the book; in return, I recounted the details he was looking for. I think that this was a turning point for me. The fact that I could read something and retain the knowledge that was held in the pages of a book was powerful… Back to here and now.
In the fall I hope to go to school- a bonafide university. To get that piece of paper that says that I spent a good portion of money to have people lecture me and some information that I may or may not have retained and that may or may not be use useful in my everyday life. I hope the next couple/few years are not in vain, doors are open and doors are close and God’s will be show. I think school is something that I am to pursue at this time…
Time will tell, time will tell…